From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
I grip the sleek, cold glass of this new iPhone, feeling its weight pulse in my palm like a piece of the future that I surely can't afford. My thumbs fumble over the screen—a total newbie at this touch-typing—while I watch the neighbors haul drywall into those fresh builds on the old lot, praying the market doesn't collapse before they even finish the paint. Everything is getting so tight; I spent $1.12 on a single loaf of bread today, a price that feels like a warning shot against my thinning wallet. I tug at my heavy cotton cargo shorts, sweating under the humid August sun, as Sean Kingston’s "Beautiful Girls" blares from a passing car and rattles the nerves I have left.